• What’s behind door number 2?

    What’s behind door number 2?

    You won’t know until you open it. Did you have an advent calendar as a kid? I don’t remember ever having one, but that might be because I wasn’t that kind of kid. I didn’t do sweets and I wasn’t…excitable. But maybe we just didn’t have one. My wife, on…

  • Books last longer than a cup of coffee

    Books last longer than a cup of coffee

    As a thank you for subscribing to my blog, you can grab the awesome books on sale today instead of tomorrow. And how awesome is that?

  • My 16th book is out…

    My 16th book is out…

    And yes, it’s a romance. It’s under my other pen name, Ally McGuire. I really enjoyed writing it, which always surprises me given that my heart has been in fantasy/spec-fic for so long. But lately, I’m struggling with fantasy as I hit a kind of writer’s block. I feel better…

  • It’s Pride Month! And you know what that means…

    It’s Pride Month! And you know what that means…

    How do you get to know an author better? Check out what they have to say about their best memory of being a writer…

  • Identity

    Identity

    How do you combine who you are as a person with who you are as an author?

  • Sharing the journey

    Sharing the journey

    Finding your people is so freeing. Finding your writing people is awesome, and finding a group of queer writing people? Magic. Last week’s writing retreat in Devon was something special.

  • The garden war is coming

    The garden war is coming

    There’s a battle coming. Will the pixies win? Or will the sprites be ready for them? Maybe the fairies will be unbeatable. But it will always be down to the squirrels.

  • Soggy pages in a puddle

    Soggy pages in a puddle

    When does the desire to be one of the cool kids go away? Do you ever get to the point when you’re happy where you’re at, even if it isn’t at the top?

  • I hope you only have small talk.

    I hope you only have small talk.

    Who the hell wants to talk about the weather? These days, it often provides the kind of stories we only want to see in movies, not in our front yards.

  • At least she knew…

    At least she knew…

    Living with pain is something you can’t really explain. And there’s a point, a limit, where you understand it’s simply too much.